The high level bridge was a pretty cool place to be a few minutes ago. Currently in the Bridge Hotel, enjoying a pint of erdinger.
The evening may not have been as special as last year (Local Authority spending constraints had an impact I imagine), but it was still good.
Time for a cab I think.
I’ve passed by a few times recently, but today wasn’t rushed, so I stopped to take a picture. The fourth plinth, Trafalgar Square.
This evening, on the high level bridge.
Walking under the Tyne bridge this afternoon. I’d forgotten how nice it is.
And it is really nice. Unfortunately, everything in town/by the Tyne isn’t so nice. For example, the plastic bottle reservoir isn’t very pretty.
Earlier this evening, I detected a transformer just round the corner to Birmingham New Street station. I’m sure it was seconds away from bursting into another shape.
Think about it.
I’m having a pre-train pint of Maisel’s Weisse in the Wellington, in Birmingham. I now realise why I’ve had a déjà vu kind of day, thinking I’d been in Brum recently, but knowing I hadn’t. Until I came in here. Then I remembered a meeting around the end of last year. I ended up in here with a bloke from my team and had several pre-train pints. I think I slept the whole way home, which is unusual for me.
Anyway, I can recommend both the pub and the beer. Time for a second I think.
Yesterday, my second in command and I had appointments with our dentist in Sunderland. On parking at St Mary’s, we noted a low cost approach to tackling multiple roof leaks.
After dental work was completed, we rewarded ourselves with a now customary pint in the Isis.
I’d almost forgotten about this picture from last weekend, taken in Ouseburn. We’d walked the same route many times previously, but somehow hadn’t noticed these rather splendid steps near the Cluny. Obviously, one needed to investigate, but sadly they lead only to a grassy hill and some modern flats. They’re not the usual sandstone, and they haven’t been worn by years of hobnail boots, so they don’t seem to have been industrial.
I’d like to think they used to lead to an impressive house. However, I’m probably way off the mark and it’ll have been a workhouse or asylum.
Or something even less interesting.
We went for a drive up the coast today – because my second in command wanted to try Daisy II on the A1. We’d aimed for Seahouses, but stopped off at Bamburgh too since it was just along the road.
It brought back memories of Ronnie Maddison’s shoes. Which lie buried somewhere in the sand dunes at Bamburgh (I was ten years old and I didn’t do it).
An absolute must for any long car journey.
